Patrol Car Poetry.

Tonight’s fast and hopefully fun little update is brought to you by an extremely uneventful 3-11 on the road. 

Happy little insect, flying through the air,

Careless little insect, completely unaware,

Of danger approaching from behind. 

Poor little insect, the last thing through his mind,

Thanks to the windshield glass,

Was his own buggy little ass. 

– Inspiration taken from the clouds of mayflies that met their end by the ruthless traffic. 

 

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